Distant Void Domain, Dream Bubble.
On the bustling street, streams of light gathered into four figures.
Unlike her conservative attire during everyday work, Siffrin was now brazenly wearing a blood-red dress with fluttering ribbons. Above the waist, there was nothing covering her except a black corset, and her straight legs left her pale skin completely exposed. The black sleeves on both arms were covered in the Blood Patterns of the Blood Tears Research Institute.
If she dared dress like this in reality, she would have to write reports until she threw up. Blood-red clothing, seductive sex appeal, and pale skin were all part of the outside world's bad impression of the Blood Saint Clan. For all these years, the Blood Moon Second Clan had been striving to erase the sense of their races' existence. If any Blood Saint Clan member dressed so ostentatiously, it would definitely once again stir ordinary people's dissatisfaction toward the Blood Saint Clan.
Unless it was an internal Blood Moon gathering, the Blood Moon Second Clan's standard uniform was that of ascetic doctors and priests. But Siffrin would not dress this wantonly even at an internal gathering. Only in the Void Realm, and only because her teammates were all women, would she dress herself up so beautifully.
Annan wore a white-and-gold sacrificial robe and a black shawl trimmed with gold tassels, her purple hair falling to her waist, looking like a saintess presiding over a rite. But she held Submachine Guns in both hands, possessing a beauty that was both violent and sacred.
Tama Hill was still in a tube-top miniskirt, short boots, and long socks, looking like an energetic athletic girl. She did not care what she wore, as long as it did not affect her movements. Something like a chest wrap was actually pretty